Bozvotros
Bozvotros's JournalA word of warning to Republicans concerning Donald Trump and the late Jeffrey Dahmer.
I am sure many of Jeffrey Dahmer's victims had thoughts along similar lines I am hearing from your party these days. In their case it went something like this (probably).....
"This crazy looking dude with all the freezers and bones and body parts around the apartment, who knocked me unconscious and tied me to this chair.... he isn't really going to cook and eat me too. I am sure once we talk we'll be able to work something out."
Good luck with that.
How many times have people said things just like this?
And how many times have the Dems listened and took the advice? Yeah. That's the same null set I get. Think about what they did to Gore and Kerry and what they tried to do to Obama during elections and the level of disrespect and contempt they treated him with since. Think about the hypocritical double standard and hate they have directed at Hillary for 24 years and to Democratic candidates in just about every House and Senate race.
The Republicans ignore their own transgressions and verbally batter us while we try to take and hold the high ground. They link us to child molesters, call us weaklings, cowards, deadbeats and sponges, invoke death panels and accuse of butchering fetuses and selling them like beef with our thumb on the scale. They call us cheaters, crybabies, pointed headed intellectuals and threaten to bomb or shoot us. They have run away with local and state governance with blatant gerrymandering and systematic vote suppression. They control almost the entire AM and FM bands and fill every talk show slot with lies and non stop hate mongering against liberals and progressive causes. They poisoned an entire city in Michigan. They are willing to let people die without insurance, freeze without heat and go without food. They don't care who gets hurt and they are getting behind one of the biggest, dumbest, meanest assholes to ever run for the Presidency.
We keep waiting for cooler heads to prevail but they just roll down into a crate next to their guillotine. I think it is more than OK to take the gloves off now and let our "esteemed colleagues from across the aisle" get a metaphorical knuckle sandwich right in the teeth every chance we can. This is a blood sport. They made it that way. I want to see candidates wearing some Republican blood on their jerseys.
Ted Cruz: "I am Job": A reading from the book of Two Trump.
Lucifer was trolling God's gambling problem again. Old Jehovah had finished his gambling rehab again but was struggling with that fourth step as always. "Why the hell do I need to do a fearless moral inventory? He growled. The seraphim and cherubim flinched and even Michael and Gabriel looked down. They had seen him smite in spite. Not a pretty sight. Satan however could never pass up a chance to set a relapse trap encouraged him, "Damn straight, Pops. You don't need that. You wrote the book on all that stuff." God positively glowed.
The next day The Shining One waited till God was in omnipresent mode and began loudly bragging about the whole world coming his way in a hand basket and how he could corrupt anyone. This got God's attention.
"Anyone?" he said in that famously still small voice.
"Absolutely anyone.... I bet I could do it in a week too."
God felt the urge grow great within him. He hadn't bet anyone in an epoch and he wouldn't let Satan do this to him again. He damn near had let him kill poor Job who hadn't done a damn thing to deserve it. He prepared his rebuke. "Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God to..."
"Double or nothing" said Satan.
"I choose Cruz." The words fell out before He could stop himself.
"Done" said Satan.
"Dammit," thought God. "I should've picked Kasich."
The Indiana Primary was over. Spitting out the Indiana dune sand Trump had repeatedly kicked in his face, the defeated demagogue snorted back his mucous flow and wiped tears from his shame reddened face. How had this happened? Hadn't he tied himself to Jesus, Reagan and dead fetuses? Hadn't he demonized the homos, liberals, climate deniers and all things politically and factually correct? How could he be here now, clinging to his electoral life?
Trump had beaten him as suddenly, surely and soundly as his father had growing up. Truth was the Right Reverend Raphael had kicked his ass again not 10 minutes ago but thank God, only his children had seen it. And OK, Carly had done it too the night before the primary but that was different. He asked for that to help him sleep.
No, he had to face it, his campaign was over. He had lied, cheated and oozed unctuous piety till it hurt but it wasn't near enough. No one was buying it except the zombie faithful he had cultivated and even they were abandoning ship. He had been mocked by ignorant Trump stooges in Marion, Indiana who made him look like a weenie. A weenie! And he had been compared unfavorably to Satan by Republican leaders and had to watch as his unfavorability ratings surpassed that heathen ogre Trump. He even had to put up his wife Heidi as collateral to the Koch brothers and they were coming to collect her. Worse, she was already packed and ready to go.
There was only one possible reason for this. God had forsaken him just like Job. And he WAS just like Job too!, He was a God fearing goddam pillar of the community for Christ sake. He had a cushy powerful government job making 200K for 5 months of non work, great benefits and rich friends willing to give him millions for a few simple acts of legislative larceny. God had given him a few boils now and then but mostly left him alone to make his fortune. He began to feel better. God must be testing him now. Like Job this meant it would all come back to him 10 fold. Except for the wife and kids, of course. Oh, well...
But there was still all this pain and humiliation. Not a single friend coming around to make him feel better than everyone else. It hurt but it was going to be OK. He looked around for a dung hill to lie down in. There wasn't one. There was just that $5000 leather massage lounger he bought with campaign money. It would have to do. He poured a large goblet of cognac, settled in and switched it on. Ohhhhhhhh, he thought, that feels soooooooo good. He waited till he heard Heidi leave with the Koch brothers. God, that broad had a foul mouth on her. He picked up his phone and called his chief of staff. "Get me some of that Bolivian blow and that tranny fellow I like so much." He hung up and smiled that smug, simpering smile that was always on his mug. "There's always 2020."
God looked sullen and angry. He had had to tear up a couple of just poured golden streets to pay off Lucifer who was trying hard not to gloat now. Worse yet he was back in gambling rehab and attending daily meetings where he knew what everyone was going to say to the end of time. It wasn't helpful and he knew he needed help. First Job. Then his only begotten etc and now this damn side bet on Cruz. He had bet half of heaven that his son was going to be able to save humanity from their sinfulness. Instead they tortured and killed him and had been tearing the planet to pieces ever since. Now America had gone rogue and had nominated a fat blowhard hate mongering narcissist to hold the nuclear football. Meanwhile Satan was running burn pits just outside the Pearly Gates. Never again he vowed. Never ever ever again The everlasting Father knew that this time he had learned his lesson.....
Somewhere inside his reverie of triumph over temptation, he heard Satan talking.
"Cruz vs Trump Part 2 in 2020. American brown shirts in 2021. Full on Armageddon by 2022."
God snorted. Satan was nuts. He wasn't serious. And he didn't have to take this. Screw the plans, he would send him to Hell once and for all right now. He prepared a large thunderbolt.
"You're God" said Satan, "You actually do have 2020 hindsight. And it's 2020!!"
God drew back his arm. This smite was long overdue.
"Triple or nothing" said Satan.
"You're on." God heard his own voice but couldn't imagine how those words managed to escape.
Lucifer was already walking away. He was going to need bigger gold vaults. He'd ask Melania. She always had good ideas.
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